Here is the request from Timetrixter22….well….it kind of is…

Ya see, they wanted me to have a chapter where Jack and the Guardians do an urban legend of some sort, but as I was researching Urban legends…I got this idea…and I can only say it made me do a BIG evil grin MWAHAHAHAHAHA!

ENJOY! And…I do NOT own ROTG…

"Oi, where's Snowflake?" Bunny wondered aloud "We're havin' a meetin', he should be here."

North sighed, an amused smile lighting his face as he turned to the Easter Bunny "Jack asked if he could skip," he explained casually "apparently tonight is Halloween and Jaime is having party, Jack wanted to be at the slumber party."

"Aw!" Tooth gushed "how sweet! Jack's very first slumber party!"

Sandy gave two thumbs up while Bunny rolled his eyes "Yeah, yeah, yeah," the anthropomorphic rabbit said with a dismissive wave of his paw "it's real cute, I'm sure he'll have a great time while we do all the hard work."

"Don't be like that Bunny," Tooth scolded "he's only been a Guardian since spring, besides he's been working very hard, and comes to our meetings when he's able."

Aster rolled his eyes, but didn't argue, in truth Jack had been trying very hard to take his new responsibilities seriously and though he was more than usually late, he still made it to most if not all their meetings "Fine," he conceded "I admit that him not bein' here is rare, so what do the munchkins have planned, did Jack say?"

"Something about trick or treating and then telling scary stories," North shrugged.

"Scary stories?" Aster asked incredulously the alarm bells going off in the back of his mind "On Halloween?"

Sandy nudged Tooth, and winked, causing her to begin giggling "What Aster," the fairy teased "worried about our little Snowflake?"

"What?!" Aster scoffed "Why would I be worried about the ankle biter?!"

"Because," Tooth shrugged with a small smile "he's the youngest member of our team, it's his first slumber party with a group of friends, and they will be telling scary stories."

Aster crossed his arms with a huff as he leaned back in his chair in seeming nonchalance "The kid can take care of himself," he grumped with an unconvincing gruff tone "besides, what could possibly happen?"

"Oh, many things could happen at a slumber party," North winked at Tooth making her cover her mouth to stifle a laugh "what if the boys rough house and Jack gets hurt? Or maybe he will get scared by the scary stories, and have a nightmare? Or, God forbid, what if the boys make fun of him and he ends up getting upset?"

Aster sunk further and further into his seat, his ears drooping with each example the large man gave, what if he was right? If Jack got hurt, the boys wouldn't know how to help him, and since he was a spirit, it wasn't like they could take him to the hospital. And what if they did make fun of him for something only children would see as a thing worth patronizing? Jack could get upset and accidentally turn the entire house into an ice cube, and then spend the next ten or hundred years feeling guilty. Aster chewed on his bottom lip in careful thought, what if he had a nightmare, and didn't have anyone to help him, and what if…what if because of Jack's fear…someone took notice.

"Oh many," Aster murmured his green eyes widening with a sudden revelation "they're gonna tell scary stories…PITCH!"

Jumping up Aster stomped on the ground "I'll be back in a tick," he yelled "just gotta check on Frostbite!"

Without another thought, the rabbit jumped down the hole, and after a moment of silence, the other three Guardians burst into uncontrollable laughter, Tooth throwing herself across the table and beating the wood with one fist as tears of mirth leaked from her eyes "OH!" she giggled "Oh he is just too EASY!"

"Indeed!" North guffawed "Bunny pretends not to like Jack, but he is like mother hen, he cannot let that boy do anything on his own without worrying his ears off."

Sandy rolled around on the floor as he melted into silent rounds of laughter while golden pictures depicted a small Jack walking along with a golden figure of Bunny sneaking behind him as it spied on his every move. Every once in a while, the figure of Jack would turn around, and the Bunny would hide ducking behind a bush, and then they would resume walking. Tooth nodded, and North slapped his belly as he laughed harder, they certainly had become a closer family and it was all thanks to a certain Winter Spirit.

Meanwhile….

"So, who's going first!" Jaime exclaimed.

Jack flew over to balance himself on a bedpost his grin never wavering as the group began to sort through their candy and begin to tell scary stories, while Claude stood up, and grabbed Jaime's flashlight "I've got one, and it's a true story!"

"Oooooooh!" was the collective response.

"This story was told to me by my dad, and it was passed on to him by his dad, and he was told it by his dad who witnessed the whole thing!" the boy embellished causing the entire room to quiet down as they listened to the tale.

"Back in 1904," the boy began as he turned off all the lights save for the flashlight which he put under his face "my great grandpa was a guard in our local insane asylum, but due to the dangerous kinds of people being put there, the people of our city quickly shut it down in order to protect themselves from the inmates that were living just down the road."

Jamie turned to Jack "Is that true?"

Jack thought back, and was actually shocked to remember this incident "Yeah," he answered slowly "I remember this, the old asylum building is actually still near the edge of town, but it's completely blocked off by a large cement wall."

"Jaime," Monty huffed "would you expect anything less from me? Now, if you are done fact checking, let me finish my story!"

"Sorry," Jaime grinned as he settled into a comfortable spot to hear the rest.

"Now, as I was saying," the boy cleared his throat "my great-grandfather worked there, and it was his job to transport the inmates to a new facility outside of the city limits in another county, but something went wrong."

The room gasped at the ominous voice, and Jack felt his memory go back over one hundred years earlier to the night he saw a terrifying occurrence strike the unsuspecting driver, seeing it play before his eyes like some kind of ghostly drama as the boy continued his tale. "You see," the kid said as he grinned wickedly at his avid listeners "the transport that my Great-grandfather was driving crashed, and some of the inmates escaped, eventually all of them were caught…except one. His name was…"

"The Bunny man…" Jack murmured in unison with the kid his blue eyes wide with horror "I had forgotten…about him."

"You remember him?!" Jaime, Caleb, and Claude squeaked, the story made all the more scary by the fact that a three hundred year old spirit was validating it.

"Yeah," Jack said softly before falling silent.

"You bet he was real," Monty cackled "the reason for his name, was because rumor has it that he murdered his wife and children on Easter Sunday, right after he had dressed up in a Bunny suit for the local egg hunt."

Jack shuddered, he knew that all too well, and was even there when Bunny found the kids. He would never forget the howl of agonized pain and fury that escaped the Pooka's mouth when that happened, it was probably the only time Jack had ever seen Bunny break down from that tough guy façade he insisted on keeping up. As far as he knew, it took a long time for any of the kids from this city to begin having Easter egg hunts again, sixty-four years to be precise.

"He…He murdered them?" Claude shivered.

"Yeah," Monty spoke in a spooky voice "he chopped them up, with an axe."

The boys all gave a small whine, Monty however was just getting warmed up "The story goes," the boy continued "that he was loose for the longest time, and would go to bridge overpasses or small tunnels, and murder anyone who came through. His signature, was that he would leave a skinned rabbit, hanging from a tree nearby the body."

"Did they ever catch him?" Caleb quavered.

Monty grinned maliciously before turning to the winter spirit "Well Jack, did they?"

"Yeah," Jack sighed "they did, but not in the way they expected."

"How?" Jaime said with wide eyes.

"They police were pursuing him," Jack said in a faraway voice, as if he were reliving the story all over again "I remember the sounds of the dogs barking, and people yelling, and this crazy looking man running underneath my tree towards a tunnel bridge that had a train overpass going across the top. I knew exactly who he was, and followed him, trying to think of some way to slow him down for the police. I had to time it perfectly, because if I didn't, he would escape."

The boys listened in silence, even Monty listened with a mouth hanging slack as he absorbed the tale "My moment came at the bridge," Jack said softly "he was running across it, and I iced the track to make him slip and fall. The cops were right behind us, and I was hoping that they would take him away, but something…awful…happened."

"What?" the group asked in unison.

"A train," Jack whispered with fearful blue eyes staring into the darkness "he was hit by an oncoming train, and the last thing we heard was the sound of his insane laughter echoing into the night."

Jaime, Claude, and Caleb sat in terrified silence while Monty jumped up "The story doesn't end there," he proclaimed proudly.

"Are you serious?!" Jaime said in a horrified whisper.

"YEAH!" Monty grinned "My great-grandpa said that he doesn't believe that the Bunny Man is really dead, and he still haunts Bunny Man Bridge. They say, that he is still looking for the person responsible for his death, and anyone who walks through the bridge at night will come face to face with a man in a Bunny suit carrying an axe."

"If he's still looking for the person responsible for his death," Claude spoke in a hoarse whisper as he turned to the sprite "then that means he's looking for you Jack."

A stab of fear pierced Jack's now rapidly beating heart, and he struggled to come up with a logical rebuff.

"That's not true," Jaime cut in causing Jack to let out a relieved sigh "Ghosts aren't real, especially ghosts of dead homicidal megalomaniacs!"

"Oh yeah?" Monty challenged "Then what about Jack? He's a spirit, and he's real, why not a ghost from a hundred years ago?"

"Well…" Jaime spluttered "because that's…that…I don't know?"

Suddenly Jack was hit with a very powerful feeling to escape and run away, far from stories that were linked a little too closely with his past "Uh," he laughed nervously "I just remembered that I have a meeting that I need to get to, and am already monumentally late for."

"What?" Jaime wailed "But we haven't even finished telling scary stories, and we still need to go out and play pranks on the girls!"

"Unless," Monty grinned evilly "you're leaving because you're...CHICKEN!"

"I am not!" Jack quickly defended.

Alright then, prove it!"

Jack stared at Monty, the usually quiet kid was strangely commanding tonight, but regardless of that fact, the winter spirit knew he had to defend his dignity lest he be laughed out of Burgess by the very kids he had sworn to protect. "Fine," Jack growled "what do I have to do?"

Monty pondered the thought for a moment before pinning Jack with a look full of malicious intent "You have to go to the Bunny Man Bridge, and walk all the way through it, but halfway through you have to prove you did this by taking a picture with Jaime's camera phone."

Jack felt dread sink to the bottom of his stomach like a ten ton weight before finally swallowing his fear and giving a firm nod loaded with resolve "Give me the camera!"

Jaime handed Jack the phone, his brown eyes full of concern, and just as Jack turned to go Monty yelled after him "And remember Jack, you have to walk all the way through the tunnel, and take plenty of pictures."

…..

Jack approached Bunny Man Bridge, his fingers twitching as he struggled to maintain a calm attitude. All he had to do was walk through the stupid tunnel, take a picture, and get out. Fumbling with the smart phone, Jack navigated through the screens with trembling fingers till he made it to the camera, and pressed the button so that the lens was facing towards him and not away. Rubbing his arms, Jack took a deep breath, he didn't believe in vengeful ghosts, he didn't. Even though, technically he was by all rights a zombie, since he had been dead. And if he was a spirit brought back from the realm of the dead, who's to say that the Bunny man didn't somehow cheat death and become a spirit bent on avenging himself on Jack?

"No!" Jack spat as he reared back his hand and gave himself a firm slap across the face "I am not afraid of a silly ghost story, the Bunny Man doesn't exist, he died…the end."

Raising his arm, Jack snapped a picture of himself walking down the wooded trail, and then raised his chin and proceeded towards the spooky tunnel.

It was everything a haunted bridge ought to look like, with dark shadows, arcing across the entrance from the moonlight, and an even darker interior. Giving a heavy gulp of apprehension, Jack took several deep breaths, took a couple pictures of the tunnel, and dove inside. His hands clenched into tight fists, Jack kept his eyes firmly on the exit just a scant twenty feet ahead, his heart hammering in his chest as he practically ran towards the other side, but something made him stop dead in his tracks. A shadow to be more specific. From out of nowhere, Jack saw the shadow of an approaching person start to grow as they walked up towards the bridge, and as Jack's mouth began to go dry, and his chest heaved in quick shallow breaths, a tall shadowy figure with two large rabbit ears on its head appeared at the exit.

Jack stood stock still, his breath merely a labored wheeze as a smile whine of fear built in his throat. The figure stopped, the shadows still hiding his face "Jack," it rumbled "I was just comin' ta see ya."

Suddenly all rational thought left the boy's head as he began to scream bloody murder "It's the BUNNY MAN!"

Turning around the boy attempted to run away, but only succeeded in accidentally running face first into the wall of the tunnel. Turning again, Jack again tried to escape, but his face had another date with a wall but only on the other side of the tunnel. With a small groan, the boy slid to the ground in a swoon, and was unconscious before his head hit the pavement. The shadowy figure ran forward, his furry arms wrapping around Jack's unconscious frame, and giving it a gentle jostle.

"Jack," he whispered "Jackie!"

The winter spirit groaned, and his eyes fluttered open only to once again register that he was till at the bridge, and the sprite once again began to scream "Leave me alone! I didn't mean it, just go away!"

"What are ya talkin' about? Oi Jack, HEY!" The figured cried trying to pull the now scrambling Jack towards him.

The winter child bucked, thrashed, bit and wiggled in his attempt to escape "It wasn't my fault," he screamed "I don't wanna die!"

"Yer not gonna!" Aster finally screamed making the boy pause.

"A-Aster?" Jack quavered "Kangaroo, is that really you?"

"O' course!" Aster huffed "who do ya think it would be?"

"Well…" Jack ducked his head in embarrassment "perhaps…maybe…the Bunny Man?"

Bunny felt his heart seize with the mention of that name, and an unexplainable anger bubbled up within him "Is that what this is about," he snarled "are ya going along with some idiotic dare over an urban legend?"

A blush stole across Jack's cheeks and he nodded dumbly.

Aster was astounded "Somehow I knew this would happen," he huffed "why would ya go along with this, don't ya know that the guy is dead and the story is nothin' more than that…a story?"

"I know he's dead," Jack grumbled as he picked at his shirt sleeve miserably "I was there the night it happened…it was my fault for making the ice that he slipped on."

"So was I…wait…that ice was you?" Bunny looked shocked "and all this time I thought I was the only person there that night."

"What?" Jack asked incredulously.

"I was there the night he died," Bunny reiterated "and I had thrown my boomerang ta knock him down and help the cops catch him."

"You…You hit him," Jack repeated numbly "with your boomerang?"

"Yeah," Aster nodded with a chuckle.

"How?"

"Well," Bunny crossed his arms as he gave the ground a pensive glare "I think because the guy dressed up like the Easter Bunny, and let's face it he was downright wacko, he had enough belief in him for my boomerang to make just enough contact."

"So…" Jack said slowly "you hit him with your boomerang, and I made him slip…but in the end, we don't really know who made him fall?"

"It was his own fault," Bunny said gravely "Because I missed him, and I watched him actually hit the ice but regain his footing, what cost him his life was his foot getting caught between the train tracks."

Warm relief flooded Jack's being and a large smile decorated his face "Thank God," he sighed happily "I've been carrying the guilt around for that night for over a hundred years…it's nice to know it wasn't my fault he died."

"Yeah," Bunny said ruffling Jack's head fondly "so ya didn't answer my question, what'cha doin' out here at this time of night?"

Jack sighed "I had to prove I wasn't scared…so I came out here to walk through the tunnel and take a picture of me doing it."

"Ah, I get it," Bunny intoned "a slumber party dare."

"Yeah," Jack muttered in embarrassed silence.

"Well," Bunny grinned "how about we show them the real Bunny Man?"

Jack looked up and was met by a mischievous wink and an evil smile, which of course, the Guardian of Fun couldn't help but return.

…

"What's taking him so long?" Jaime fretted.

"What Jaime," Claude laughed as he struggled to hide his own nervousness "ya think that the Bunny Man got him?"

"Well," Jaime said as he wrung his hands helplessly "we came face to face with the Boogeyman, why wouldn't other spirits exist?"

"Why not indeed," Monty smiled "I bet Jack got scared and ran away, especially considering he is the one the Bunny Man wants revenge on!"

"Shut up Monty!" Jaime yelled.

"Yeah man," Caleb joined in "you're going too far, besides we all know that there is absolutely, definitely, no possible way that the Bunny Man could exist!"

Suddenly all the lights went out, making the boys scream, and a howling wind attacked the window causing it to clatter within the pane. Scuttling into a tight group, the boy cast fearful eyes on the moonlight window frame, only to see the shadow of two ears slowly begin to peek up from the bottom. A shadowy figure stood in front of their window, and in one furry paw, held a gleaming axe. The boys shook and trembled, and with quick movements the creature flung open the window waving the axe and screaming at the top of its lungs.

The boys fell all over themselves screaming, and quickly ran from the room down the stairs to where Jaime's parents were sitting in the living room. Aster fell on the floor, laughing so hard he could barely breathe, and Jack quickly joined him, looking through the pictures he had taken on the phone of Jaime and the other boy's reaction to Bunny's prank. Melting into another round of laughter, Jack exchanged an exuberant high five with the rabbit, his face stretched by the wide grin currently adorning it.

"That was AWESOME!" Jack cackled with glee.

"Yeah," Bunny nodded "that was pretty fun."

"But I think you may have overdid it," Jack sighed as he listened to Claude, Caleb, and Monty leave the house and head to their respective homes in haste "the party is officially over."

"Maybe here, mate," Bunny winked "but I happen ta know where North keeps his special stash of candy, and I bet we could put a hurt on it while watching a movie."

"Really!" Jack chirped "You would have a party with me?"

"Sure," the rabbit shrugged "why not?"

"AWESOME! I get first dibs on the movie!" Jack practically shrieked.

"Fine," Bunny agreed "but no horror films, I don't think ya quite have the stomach for it."

"I do too!" Jack scowled.

"Do not," Aster grinned.

"Do too!"

"Do. NOT!"

"Prove it!" the winter spirit finally pouted.

Bunny turned around, and smiled maliciously at the child "Two words," he whispered ominously "Bunny. Man."

Jack's jaw fell in shock "You jerk," he yelled "that doesn't count due to the traumatic circumstances surrounding it."

Bunny nodded "I accede to your point, but that still doesn't explain why ya were so scared of a little ghost story."

"Whatever Kangaroo," Jack sniffed "one day we'll see just who has a stronger tolerance for ghost stories, but until then, I need sugar so consider yourself lucky."

Bunny laughed and flicked Jack on the back of the head as the leapt into his tunnel. Soon the two were eating North secret stash of candy and leaving the wrappers in the elves barracks, while popping in a movie called The Nightmare Before Christmas. All in all it was a memorable first Halloween among humans and the Guardians alike, but little did Jack know that the next summer, he would find out the answer to his question on just how tough Bunny was when it came to Ghost Stories.

So there it is.

Timetrixter22, I know it isn't exactly what you requested, but to be perfectly honest I was never one of those kids who did Urban Legend dares…I actually don't even know any and had to use Google just for this chapter LOL.

I hope you liked it!

And once again People…REVIEW! And any ideas or requests you guys want to give concerning Human Bunny, or anything else for that matter, I will look at and pick which ones would go best with the basic plotline.

See you next time!